[By now, Taryon has recovered enough to join Astarion in their poetic dialogue fit for the novels. His cool body helps in a time like this, where Taryon fears he will overheat from the shudden dive into this new dynamic. He tightens his grip and locks eyes with Astarion.]

Then let it bask in the sun of my arms. A human man also needs a cool stone to rest on after a strenuous journey. I do not mind your temperature. [Not until it's winter and Taryon really wanted to cuddle. But that's an issue for the distance future.

He removes one hand and lowers their joined ones as he steps to the side.] So! [His grine returns, and his head rises once more confidently.] We only have a short time here. Let's see what else this suite has to offer.